There is a question that I must ask you…
And…
I feel like it has to be just the right question
or else the answer -
the real answer
will never be found.
So, I’m going to throw a few of the many not “right” ones
out there in an effort to find just the right one 
What would you rather be doing?… —-> Continue…
I get it.
It was early afternoon.
Broad daylight. A lot of traffic.
A man near the corner traffic light where I was stopped
was trying to wrap a blanket around himself to stay warm.
He was standing next to a building that had a slight
inset where he could huddle from the wind and cold.… —-> Continue…
The story has been told about a man
who was at home taking a nap,
when suddenly there was a frantic
pounding on his front door.
Opening the door, a young boy
hurriedly informed him that a flood
was coming and that he needed
to evacuate immediately.… —-> Continue…
For a moment
turn off the noise
and listen.
No music.
No video.
Simply be still
and try to hear You.
This might take some time -
because we have been inundated
and conditioned to have so much
sound become the background of
our lives that we don’t even
know what “We” sound like.… —-> Continue…
“Will you be a pallbearer?” he asked me.
I looked at him – not understanding the question.
A pallbearer is someone who helps carry a casket
at a funeral, and we weren’t having a funeral.
We were just… we were just here.… —-> Continue…
The story has been told about a man
who was at home taking a nap,
when suddenly there was a frantic
pounding on his front door.
Opening the door, a young boy
hurriedly informed him that a flood
was coming and that he needed
to evacuate immediately.… —-> Continue…
